There is a place. Somewhere.
After eyes closing. The darkness.
A space. A place . That manicures. The past.
This somewhere. Is just a film Of a life.
It is a re-run. Of a re-run. Of a re-run. An infinite mirror. Of re-runs.
Once. In this film. Called Somewhere Nowhere.
You. Gave me. Maps. Movements. For war. And folded. Instructions for Life.
These instructions unraveled.
Page 1. A paradox.
Page 2. The worst of times, the best of times.
Page 3. Victors lose wars. The vanquished are rebuilt.
Page 4. A dying man; truthful words.
Page 5. Secrets; promises shared.
In early days of war.
A rocket kills your best friend.
A battle for a city in a salient.
A fight for a bridge.
Modern Floor Coverings.
I can get away.
With anything I want.
My enlightened self interest.
In an imperfect world.
In the long run.
Good things come from bad people.
Living alongside evil.
Is not a choice.
But a way forward.
This is a moral maze.
Then with a flicker.
Through a window.
On a distant hill.
White smoke rising.
Almost touching clouds.
This is a revealing piece. Living alongside evil is not a choice as you say, it is an integral part of life. I enjoy your directness and concise subtlety.